Neil may have done an admirable job of creating a calm and collected exterior, but the truth was that most of it was simply an act in order to keep his panic in check. Having Erik around had made him wary of showing too much emotion, lest he lose control, and while the opposite might have been an extreme he figured it was better to be safe rather than sorry. Despite the other man's silence, he wasn't willing to risk giving Erik an opportunity to seize control and send things spiraling into chaos all over again. Besides, someone had to stay calm and take charge. If he panicked, then it would only lead to a sort of domino effect, and he didn't want that. "I know it's not a sword or anything," he retorted, "but it's better than nothing. His teasing grin faltered when she mentioned that she was running a fever, but while his first thought was hospital he knew it might be more dangerous trying to get her to one as opposed to staying here and waiting out most of the madness. It had to end eventually, didn't it? If not, he could always venture out for some Tylenol, just he and his kitchen knife against the undead and whatever else waited out there now.
"Yeah, well, the language barrier is rough. If Erik wasn't so quiet, I could help with the translation, but I figure Christine would do that for you if she was around anyway," he shrugged. He caught Meg's exasperated look, but he couldn't exactly explain his rationale for keeping calm instead of losing his shit, which he was sorely tempted to do, and instead flashed a smile that hopefully conveyed he was worried but, as well, that everything would be fine. Right. Of course it would be. Even though he couldn't help wincing when Sam held out her arm, he forced himself not to panic, even though he couldn't quite manage to keep the concern out of his gaze as he studied the bright red skin. "Okay. It doesn't look infected, which is good. If we can keep it covered until you see a real doctor, it should be fine," he said, as much to reassure himself as it was reassurance for Sam and Meg.
He didn't notice Liam's approach, and was in the midst of gingerly winding the bandages around Sam's arm when the voice called out from the shadows, a strange mix of southern drawl and unfamiliar French. Neil tensed, not recognizing the voice as Liam's, and turned to glare out at the darkened theater. "Who's there?"